I'm sorry for the long wait. I got hit with a mad case of writers block, and life definitely got in the way. I hope this story still makes sense and you still like whats happening... But I will take critisism. =)


Charlie fell down onto the ground; his heart literally felt like it was getting ripped out of his chest. Harry, Ginny and the others all raced out into the backyard and Hugh came and wrapped Charlie in a tight hug.

Anguished sobs ripped out of his body as he curled up in Hugh's arms, tears flowed down his face and for once in his life he wasn't ashamed of crying. His Hermione, the girl he finally realized he loved and wanted to be with was just taken away from him.

"Mate, shhh its okay." Hugh said quietly, tears streaking down his face as well, "we'll get her back. Don't worry."

Ginny fell into Harry's arms and Harry held her tightly; he looked up into the sky angrily. Why the hell couldn't they just leave him alone? Why did they always have to take away the most important people in his life?

Charlie pushed Hugh away and stood up, everyone could see the fury radiating off of him, "How the hell did they get her Harry? Isn't this place supposed to be under the fidelus charm?"

Ginny's heart broke even more seeing her brother in so much pain, there were still tears rolling down his face.

"I don't know Charlie; this isn't supposed to be possible." Harry said quietly still looking up into the sky.

Kingsley placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "We'll find her Charlie, I promise."

Charlie wanted to push Kingsley's hand off his shoulder and punch the pompous man in the face. How could they all act so bloody calm, the girl he loved was taken away by a crazy mass murderer who was supposed to be dead, and they were all still standing here? He looked over to the little grave where Hermione had been and noticed her sweater was still laying there. He pushed past everyone and picked it up, holding it tight to his body and smelling it. Trying to imagine it was Hermione's body in his arms. He looked up tears still falling down his face, "Bellatrix is dead."


Hermione woke in a dark room; her body was cramped and cold. She realized she was lying on a cold stone floor that was wet. She cautiously picked her body up and scooted to the corner of the dark room. She moved her arms and legs trying to find out if she was hurt at all. She let out a sigh of relief; she hadn't been hurt just sore from lying awkwardly on the floor. After the relief of knowing she hadn't been hurt left her body it was followed by a shuddered sob. She wrapped her arms around her body tightly trying to keep what was left of the warmth in her body. How had Bellatrix gotten to her, why was she here. And what was Charlie doing. She had heard him screaming her name as she was pulled away from him, and she knew her heart was breaking.

Someone must have heard her quietly sobbing because suddenly there was a bright light shinning in her face, "Wakey wakey sweetheart." A slimy voice called out to her, and Hermione tried to cover her eyes to see who it was. Suddenly her body was lifted into the air and she could feel hands touching her inappropriately. She cried out and delivered a swift punch right into the side of the male's head and he dropped her unceremoniously onto the floor. Hermione let out a gasp of pain.

"You stupid bitch," she heard and was slapped quickly across the face. She immediately felt her lip split open and felt blood fill her mouth. "I can't wait to see what Bellatrix is going to do to you, you stupid mudblood."

She was sharply thrown over his shoulder and swiftly carried up a set of stairs into a wide open area. She was then thrown onto the floor again and she felt her head smack into the floor, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the nausea that was threatening to over come her. She felt tears flowing out her eyes, and she prayed to whatever god there was that nobody would notice her crying, but like usual luck wasn't with her and she heard several voices laughing at her.

"Awe look, the bloody mudblood is crying." Someone said laughing.

"Maybe you should give her a little kiss Flint," a nasally female voice called out, one that Hermione recognized.

She opened her eyes slowly and noticed Marcus Flint, Millicent Bulstrode, Miles Bletchley, and a couple other former Slytherin students standing around her. She was so shocked; most of those standing around her were working good jobs in the Ministry. How were Death Eaters still able to pull it off, to act innocent? She worked with Miles Bletchley and Theodore Nott in her office. Theodore and she had gone out for lunch many times and he had acted like a good friend. She looked around trying to see who else she noticed when Flint's hard voice cut through her concentration.

"And dirty my lips with her disgusting self, no thank you." They all burst out laughing. Millicent then pushed Theodore closer to Hermione, "Okay then Nott, how about you?"

"Well might as well give the mudblood something to think about, everyone deserves to be kissed fantastically at least once in their lives."

More laughter filled the air as Nott leaned down and pulled her into a sitting position and turned his back to their friends and quickly whispered, "I'm going to help you out of here Hermione." And kissed her racially, laughter broke out followed by cat calls and whistles. He pulled back and whispered, "Sorry." And pushed her down again. Wiping his lips as if he had kissed something dirty.

"That was disgusting." He said laughing and fist pounded Flint.

"Looks like she actually enjoyed it though Nott, maybe the Dark Lord will let you do the honors." Flint said laughing.

"As disgusting as that would be, having to touch her that way, the honor would be great."

Hermione looked up at them confused, was Nott actually good? Was he trying to help her? He looked down at her; it seemed as if he was trying to convey his sincerity to her. She then looked to Flint and a shudder pulsed through her body. Which cause everyone to burst into laughter.

There laughter was cut off from Bellatrix yelling, "Enough of this childish behavior, you want to prove yourself to the Dark Lord go do something useful."

They all quickly left the room, bowing to Bellatrix as they passed by her; Theodore looked back at her once and gave a tentative wink which felt like hope was being transferred right into Hermione.

But the hope was cut off when Bellatrix turned and stared down at Hermione. It took all of her Gryffindor strength to look into the bitches eyes.

"Thought you could get rid of me, didn't you mudblood."

"How the hell are you still alive, you devious bitch."

"Oh so harsh with the name calling." Bellatrix laughed, "Did you really think the Dark Lord wouldn't have me protected. Of course Horocruxes were made."

"I truthfully didn't think the Dark Lord cared that much about you, seemed he was happy when you died."

"You stupid bitch," Bellatrix lashed out, "CRUCIO." She yelled and Hermione screamed out in pain, her whole body felt like it was on fire. Like it was on fire and getting stung millions of times by bees.

It felt like a million years until it stopped but it had actually just been a few minutes. "I do love hearing you scream, when I tortured you before you have such a beautiful scream." Bellatrix said crazily.

Shudders past through Hermione's body as her muscles flinched and cramped after. But she stared up at Bellatrix without fear; she was too far past that point. "I will enjoy watching you die." She said evenly.

Bellatrix burst out laughing, "Such humor, while I would so enjoy breaking you child, this needs to be done quicker than that."

"What needs to be done? Why me? How did you get past Harry's fidelus charm?"

Bellatrix conjured up a chair and daintily sat down, "Well I guess I can tell you," she smiled like a child telling her a secret, "When I tortured you, to the point of just about killing you we had a transfer of memories. And through that I learned where Grimauld Place was. Really the fault is your own dear, you were a secret keeper and it was like you, yourself told me." She laughed again. "I cant wait to see how crazy wittle baby Potty gets when he knows your gone." She smiled maliciously at Hermione.

"But enough with the chit chat, its time to get down to business. Getting the Dark Lord back is number one priority." She then quickly turned her wand on Hermione.

"What are you going to do to me," Hermione asked looking Bellatrix straight in the eye with all her courage shinning.

"You are a true Gryffindor aren't you," something like respect seemed to shine in Bellatrix's eyes. "It's actually going to be an honor breaking you. I'm going to take away your memories and mould you into someone new. Then we shall get one of the Death Eaters to impregnate you and bring the Dark Lord back through the child. Darkness breeds more Darkness."

Hermione let out a shriek as she finally realized what she was going to be used for and she tried to back away from Bellatrix, looking for any weapon that could save her.

Bellatrix pointed her wand at Hermione once again, "Any last words?"

Hermione took a deep breath and said the only thing she needed to say, "I love you Charlie Weasley." And then the spell hit her, and everything went dark.


Theodore Nott had been standing there watching, and worry flowed through his body as he watched Hermione slump to the ground. He wanted to race over there and help her. She had been a great friend to him, but he would help her. He'd owl Harry immediately and try to get him here to help.

Bellatrix noticed Nott standing there watching and she performed Legilimens on him and could tell what he planned to do. She laughed, and quickly cast Obliviate and his memories were wiped too. She was really getting good at that spell. She then called for Flint to carry Hermione to a bedroom and dragged Nott to hers. The boy needed to be trained maybe she would even use him to do the dirty with the mudblood. She loved the delicious irony of it.


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